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About A Fly

Sometimes the strangest things happen at the strangest times. Such was an event today, in an otherwise uneventful day. While sitting inside, I observed a fly, well, flying. And into my head popped this (the first three lines immediately, the fourth a little slower, the following to verses a short times after that, once I had “sung” the first verse a couple of times).

Hey what you doing fly? Are you looking for somewhere to die? Or somewhere to lay your eggs? Maggots growing in your head

Hey what you doing fly? Where's the best place to die? Somewhere to rest my head. Give your maggots a brand new bed.

Hey what you doing fly? I'm looking for somewhere to die. Somewhere to rest my head. Make your maggots a brand new bed.